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I'm Jax Ryder, heir to the most powerful investment group in Veridian City. I had just returned from studying abroad. My father, worried I might impulsively marry the wrong woman, arranged a marriage for me with Everly, the heiress to the up-and-coming Sinclair Group. It was strictly a business arrangement. But that didn't mean I intended to just go through the motions. At the very least, I had to personally bid on the mansion that would serve as our marital home. And so, I found myself at the annual Starlight Charity Gala. When the legendary prime real estate, the "Siren's Cove Estate," was presented as the final auction item, I raised my paddle. Just as the gavel was about to fall, an arrogant voice cut through the room. "What right does a nobody like you have to bid? Step aside." The grand hall fell silent, the only sound the frantic clicking of camera shutters from all corners. I turned my head. A man in a flashy, sequined suit stood there. He swirled the champagne in his glass, his posture reeking of arrogance. Before I could even speak, the auctioneer brought the gavel down. "Sold! Congratulations to Mr. Brian Vance on winning the 'Siren's Cove Estate'!" I frowned, a flicker of anger rising within me. "The bidding wasn't over." "That's against the rules." Brian sneered. He looked me up and down, his eyes filled with contempt. "The rules?" He curled his lip. "Listen up. I'm Everly Sinclair's favorite stepbrother. In Veridian City, what I say goes." I had to stop myself from laughing out loud. This was interesting. My fiancée's stepbrother. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. "Everly, your dear brother just snatched the marital home I'd picked out. What are you going to do about it?"

WARNING: FOR MATURE READERS ONLY!!! This erotica collection is raw, hot, intense, and packed with delicious fucktwists. Each story is steamy and gripping. You will find...A strict 59-year-old professor who bends his tempting student over his desk and growls that she’s been a very bad girl. A college student wakes up sore and dripping in her biggest rival’s bed, with no memory of how many times he fucked her senseless. Her hot stepdad has a secret camera aimed at her bed. When she catches him watching, she doesn’t rage– she spreads her legs and gives him the show of his life. A seductive woman is the only weakness of a ruthless mafia king, and he finally claims her body as his own. She knows her sister is cheating, so she seduces her husband right in front of her, and her sister can’t say a single word. Piper’s rent is overdue. Instead of paying up, she drops to her knees for the landlord while her boyfriend watches. A spoiled, arrogant, rich brat demands a private striptease. The dancer doesn’t walk away — she dances for him until he completely loses control. An assistant’s boyfriend has a huge cock, but “Daddy” knows exactly how to ruin her with his tongue. She chooses Daddy. Best friends make a wicked bet: seduce my dad. She takes the bet… and loses all control the moment he bends her over. A married gym coach can’t stop staring at the sexy teacher. She goes all the way and lets him take her between her thighs. Her doctor tells her she needs rest… but she’s determined to prove she’s strong enough to be fucked senseless on his examination table. Every twisted fantasy waits inside these pages.

Sa loob ng siyam na taon, buong pusong ginampanan ni Isabelle Reyes-Santiago ang pagiging isang perpektong ina at asawa. Tahimik siyang sumuporta kay Lucas—sa kanyang negosyo, sa kanyang reputasyon, at sa kanyang ambisyon. Nanahimik siya sa likod ng camera, sa mga board meeting na hindi siya inanyayahan, at sa mga sandaling kailangan niya ng karamay pero wala ni isang halik o salitang ginhawa ang kanyang nakuha. Ang mas masakit? Wala siyang lugar sa sariling tahanan. Hindi lang si Lucas ang may paboritong kasama. "Mas gusto ko si Tita Karina kaysa kay Mommy!"—sambit ng anak nilang si Marcus habang nakangiti si Lucas, tila sang-ayon. Ginawa na ni Isabelle ang lahat para mapanatiling buo ang kanilang pamilya. Pero imbes na pagmamahal at respeto, ang gantimpala niya’y pagtataksil at pangungutya. Habang binubura siya mula sa buhay ng asawa’t anak, si Karina Sison—ang ex ng kanyang asawa—ang inilalagay sa pedestal. Ginawang presidente. Ginawang reyna. Hanggang sa dumating ang gabing iyon. Ang gabing tuluyan siyang nagising sa katotohanan—na minsan, kahit gaano mo kamahal, hindi mo na kayang manatili sa isang lugar na matagal ka nang hindi pinipiling mahalin pabalik. Pagod na siyang umasa. Pagod na siyang maging tanong sa pamilyang matagal nang may sagot—at hindi siya iyon. Kaya handa na siyang magpalaya. Handa na siyang iwan ang tahanang dati niyang ipinaglaban, sa piling ng mga taong mas masaya nang wala siya. Ngunit nang sa wakas ay iniabot na niya ang annulment papers sa kanyang asawa… Hindi galit ang sumalubong sa kanya. Hindi rin pakiusap. Kundi isang malamig na titig lang. Isang mapanganib na ngiti. At ang mga salitang… “You’re not going anywhere, Isabelle.”

The day my brother, Chester Rodney, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend Dominic Huxley looked at me coldly and said, "If you choose to acknowledge your birth family, we're over." I knew he had his pride—he could never accept the difference in our social standing. So, for him, I turned my back on the family I had yearned for my whole life. In the decades that followed, I toiled without complaint, saving every cent to help him rise to success. By the time I was not yet fifty, overwork had worn me down. Lying on my deathbed, my breathing shallow and weak, I watched Dominic on television. He was now an acclaimed scientist, just awarded the nation's highest research honor. Tears welled in his eyes as he thanked another woman. "All these years," he said, "I never felt worthy of Alicia. But now, maybe I can use this award as the prologue to a love I've owed her for decades." The "Alicia" he spoke of was the woman mistakenly switched with me at birth—the false heiress the Rodney family raised as their own. The camera zoomed out. Alicia Rodney stood radiant, graceful, and perfectly preserved by years of luxury, blushing as she accepted the trophy. "I waited for you for decades," she said sweetly, "but marriage is still something I'll need to ask my brother about." Chester, who had long taken over the family, looked at her with an indulgent tenderness tinged with something unspoken. "I was adopted by our uncle back then for one reason—to protect Alicia. Making the only princess of the Rodney family happy has always been my life's mission." Only then did I realize—everything I thought I had chosen freely, every sacrifice I made without regret, was nothing but a trap, carefully woven by two men, all for Alicia. The betrayal pierced my heart. I died without peace. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Chester came to take me home from the orphanage. I glanced past the two men eyeing me with subtle disdain. Without hesitation, I stepped into the car. "Take me home," I said. This time, I'd send whoever stole my life back to the gutter they slithered from.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."